How do you get jet lag going north? Well, if returning to the Bluegrass from the frosty grass of Argentina gives an indication, it causes one to fall asleep at the computer in the middle of the day. Talk about a pain in the neck.
Anyway, I am returned to my normal haunts, minus my erstwhile cheery disposition, but that too will return.
I find from the evidence of my email inbox that great things are afoot. People are beginning blogs of their own, books are being finished and put through the presses, and young horses are progressing toward the premium sales of yearlings.
Ahhh! The joys of summer.
It hardly seems possible that in less than a week, we will be participating in the great swarm of commerce that is the Fasig-Tipton July sale of selected yearlings. I can almost smell the horse manure.
What joys indeed. See you there.
bloodstock in the bluegrass 